Chapter 88: Funeral Song

  "Who is he!! The Wushan clan has never had anyone with such cultivation at this age!!" The big man spat out blood, his face filled with shock, his mind buzzing, his heart roaring.

  But Su Ming's speed was too fast, and almost at the same time that Da Han crashed into the giant wooden fence, Su Ming approached again, with madness and killing intent. With a punch, he burst forth, biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood. The fresh blood had just appeared when it suddenly transformed into a bloody mist, which was none other than the Dark Blood Dust technique.

  As soon as the move was made, it rushed straight to the big man, and at the same time, Su Ming's right hand pierced through the blood mist with its fastest speed and slammed into the big man's chest.

  With a loud crash, the giant wooden fence shook violently. The big man's eyes suddenly widened, losing their color, and fresh blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth as his chest was punched through by Su Ming.

  "Kill!!" Su Ming's eyes turned red, he killed one person without any hesitation, and rushed straight to the remaining Black Mountain bandits beside him. His previous battle with this big man was very quick, but it was seen by all the remaining Black Mountain people in this direction. They were unbelievable, watching their hunting team vice captain being killed alive, they couldn't even see Su Ming's body, only a shadow flashing.

  It wasn't just them, the few barbarian warriors from the same clan as Su Ming were also shocked. They knew Su Ming and recognized him. In their memories, Su Ming was just an ordinary clansman. They hadn't had time to think about why Su Ming was also in the barbarian army before, but at this moment, Su Ming's explosion made them feel a strong thrill amidst their shock!!

  As soon as Su Ming let out a low growl, all seven or eight of his tribesmen also let out a loud roar.

  "Kill!!"

  "Destroy my home, die!!" Su Ming's eyes were red, his whole body bursting with energy, and he threw a punch!

  "Those who slaughter my people shall be killed!!" Another punch was thrown.

  "Kill those who oppress my people!!" Another punch was thrown.

  Su Ming's figure flickered, and in the midst of the terror of these dozen or so Black Mountain Sect disciples, he unleashed a frenzy. He had never killed with such ferocity, nor had he ever hated with such intensity. At this moment, he seemed no longer to be a youth who was not yet seventeen years old, but a frenzied killer.

  In the midst of splattered blood, Su Ming heard a loud rumble by his ear. His heart was bleeding as one of his tribesmen chose to self-destruct with their Bloodline in a moment of severe injury!

  This is a war, this is an invader and a guardian's mortal combat, this is the madness of tribe against tribe, this is Wushan Tribe versus Heishan Tribe, a centuries-old vendetta that will not rest until one side perishes!

  The sudden increase in the number of barbarians from the Black Mountain tribe made this war even more brutal. The Ulan tribe had fewer barbarians, and their numbers were less than those of the Black Mountain tribe. However, at this moment, every single member of the Ulan tribe was determined to defend their home, protect their people, and fight for their tribe, willing to sacrifice everything!

  Death, what does it count for! Fighting for one's home, fighting for one's tribe, fighting for one's children, fighting for one's parents, this is the most brilliant moment in life!

  The crowd protected by the light, in that silence, heard a cry. The sound of crying echoed, mixed with calls for help. They were crying for their sons who protected them, for their fathers who protected them, for their warriors who protected them...

  "Mom, why is the sky blue... Is it because Dad is watching over us from up there?"

  "Dad, why do the stars in the night sky twinkle... Is it Mom looking at us from there..." It was unclear who whispered first, but slowly, almost all of the tribe members protected by the light, began to whisper amidst their tears.

  Their voices blended together, gradually turning into a low wave of sound, exuding a softness, exuding a sadness, but in that softness and sadness, there was a hint of an inexplicable thought.

  These few sentences are unique to the Wushan Department. In the Wushan Department, whenever a tribesman dies, all the people of the tribe gather around the fire heap, watching the deceased tribesman and chanting words of sorrow.

  "La Su, don't be lonely in heaven, don't be sad, don't cry... Mom and Dad are watching you on earth... every year, every day... they're always watching you..."

  "I won't cry, I won't be sad, I won't be lonely, I know you're there, watching me from there... I'm happy..."

  That voice, in the midst of crying, gradually grew louder and louder. Those Wushan barbarians who fought fearlessly to the death heard the voices of their people, heard those familiar words, looked sorrowful, and let out a suppressed scream. They wanted to fight, to fight to the very end!!

  Su Ming's body trembled, tears streaming from his eyes. His body was covered in blood, some of it his own, but most of it belonged to the enemy.

  He doesn't know fatigue, he doesn't know fear, all he knows is to fight to the death. When he can no longer move, when he's heavily injured, what he'll do is self-destruct with a bloodline explosion!!

  "Mom... Dad... Pippi..." Behind Su Ming, he faintly heard the awakened little girl's crying voice.

  Su Ming's heart was in agony, bleeding, as if countless sharp thorns were piercing through, making his speed faster and faster, his fists more and more thunderous. In this sorrow and slaughter, a mournful melody rose up, swirling around him.

  The sound of the melody, a hint of desolation, a hint of sorrow, a hint of farewell... Not far away, under a large tree, Wu Shan's flute leaned against it, his legs were numb, his body was covered in blood, his face was pale, and his eyes had dimmed.

  His trembling hands held a bone flute to his lips, playing a mournful melody that sounded like his mother's weeping. The wailing notes blended with the murmurs of the tribespeople on this brutal battlefield, forming a heart-wrenching sorrow.

  A sorrowful wail, carried by the wind, dissolves into the snow on the ground, immersing itself in the blood of our people. On this battlefield, every Uighur who hears it cannot help but shed endless tears.

  Su Ming's body trembled, this was not the first time he heard the song of the埙, but never once had it been like now, making his tears flow down, making his heart seem to be pierced and lost, becoming a man without a heart. All that remained was the scars all over his body and the endless sorrow.

  By his ears, apart from this sad melody, there were also occasional bursts of thunder, each representing a fellow tribesman choosing to explode in a burst of blood.

  "The road to the Yellow Spring, don't leave me behind!" Su Ming let out a miserable laugh and threw a punch that sent an enemy from the Wu Shan tribe flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he turned around, his eyes locking onto a figure not far away, under a large tree, playing a sorrowful tune on a flute before death.

  His eyes were dull, but they shone brightly as he played the ocarina. The fresh blood on his hands stained the bone flute, but it couldn't hide the sound that belonged to him, the sorrow that belonged to him, and the farewell that belonged to him.

  This is the last time in his life that he played the suona for his people, and this time, the suona was played with his life...

  Su Ming closed his eyes, and in the instant he withdrew his gaze, his pupils suddenly constricted. He saw that in another direction, in front of Bei Ling, there were three burly men from the Black Mountain Sect. With ferocious and excited expressions, they forced Bei Ling to retreat repeatedly. Bei Ling's bow was broken, and his body had multiple wounds, especially on his chest, where a large amount of fresh blood was spreading. His face was pale, and he held a bone knife in his hand, with determination, tragicness, and madness in his eyes as he engaged in a fierce battle.

  He couldn't retreat, behind him were his people, although they were shrouded in a barbaric light, he also couldn't retreat. The closest to him was a woman, that woman was crying, looking at North Ling, looking at his trembling body, looking at his back like a mountain.

  This woman was Chen Xin, she seemed to be shouting something, as if telling Beiling something. Su Ming was very far away, he couldn't hear it, but he could see the warmth hidden in Chen Xin's eyes when looking at Beiling.

  She likes Beiling, at this moment, she is more certain of her own thoughts, she likes... him.

  Tears streamed down her eyes as she saw Beiling's body tremble, one of the three burly men in black suddenly approaching him with a bone knife flashing towards Beiling's head, and Dunxin let out a mournful cry, she... rushed out.

  Bei Ling let out a miserable laugh, he was now exhausted and could no longer bear it. From last night, he had been fighting to the death. He knew that he couldn't dodge anymore. Just as he was about to self-destruct, he saw a dust-covered Xin embracing him.

  "Never mind, since you're here, follow me...". Just as Beiling was about to close his eyes and self-destruct the Bloodline, a sudden rumble shook the earth, a deafening sound that stunned everyone, including the Black Mountain Clan who were in battle, and reverberated through the heavens.

  But then a crimson long spear, at an unbelievable speed, suddenly shot forward towards Beiluo's front. The spear emitted an extremely strong killing intent, carrying a hint of madness, transforming into a gigantic red eagle that everyone could see. In an instant, it crossed over Beiluo and directly pierced through the chest of the Black Mountain clan's giant of a man who was about to fall with his knife. With a loud crash, it nailed him firmly onto the snowy ground. At the same time, a wave of air exploded in all directions, and the giant's body suddenly burst open, turning into flesh and blood.

  The other two Black Mountain men stumbled backward several steps, spitting out blood, and at the same time, a lightning-fast figure suddenly appeared in front of Beiling, replacing everything in his eyes!

  This scene, this figure, in the instant it appeared, stirred up a huge wave in Beiling's heart. He was familiar with this scene, in the Wind Pavilion tribe, he had experienced this scene before, he had seen someone else standing in front of him like this too. Although these two people looked different and had different body types, at this moment, in Beiling's eyes, they... overlapped into one.

  "Su...... Ming......" Beiling's expression revealed his incredulity, he was stunned there, he understood everything...

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  I'm not sure if anyone has heard of the guqin, it's a very ancient instrument. I remember that because it only has five tones, it sounds very mournful. Luckily, the book review section allows videos, so I found one and posted it there. Maybe there are better ones out there, but I couldn't find any.

  Finally